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I don't have any clever titles, I'm running out of them. UHM I don't know what to say really except Austin, there is more than one anonymous commenter. UHM spam? Yes, I just spammed Aisha's deviant account while she was checking her laundry, along with the other 245 viewers on her livestream. That's how special we are. We love her that much. UHM I've said UHM four times now. Anyway, I'm working on my valentines day picture idea *wink wink erin* based off of Erin's short story... and here it is! And because of Erin i randomly started singing Still Alive during lunch.....

Anyway here's a random story for ya. It's missing a title..... anyway Erin, you still need to finish season four.
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The bitter wind burned her cheeks, the rain searing her wind washed skin. Her hair had fallen out of the pins leaving her black curls plastered on her back and bare shoulders. Her scarlet gown had darkened with the rain, leaving ugly blood red patches saturated with water against her skin. She felt the chill of the elements in her bones, but would not move from her spot. She would stand there all day if she had to. She knotted her hands around the ruffles in her skirt, her grey eyes locked on the canyon mouth a ways off from the village.

That was where they would see them after all these years.

The other women of the village stood with her, anxiously watching the canyon below them. They had put on their best dresses to welcome their husbands home from war, and now stood still as death on the hillside, their hands clasped in silent prayer at their breasts dotting the hill like the angelic statues of a cemetery. Worry lined every feature of the women’s faces, but in their eyes the light of hope sparkled brightly. Breaking form Arainne bent over, picking up the lantern at her feet and holding it at her side. The sun was beginning to set, and the men had yet to arrive. Her chest ached and her heart squeezed. What if they had all been lost?
But no. In the distance Arainne spotted them in the canyon and she cried out joyfully to the other women.

"They come!" she cried, "The men, they come!" She lifted the lantern out before her, pointing to the canyon mouth.

An excited stir filled the crowd of women who pressed closer around Arainne, watching the men grow closer. Anxiously Arainne searched the company of men for her husband. Her heart beat in her chest like the ceaseless beating of a humming bird’s wings. There! She spotted her husband’s snow white mare among the men and a rush of warmth filled her. She waved the lantern through the air, signaling the men. Upon seeing the light, their gait increased rapidly, the sounds of thundering hooves stampeded toward them.
As men passed Arainne to embrace their wives, she watched as the white mare trotted up the hill pulling a wooden cart behind it. Marek, her sister’s husband approached her, his face ashen and downcast. Mournfully he handed her the reins of the horse. Taking them in her hand, Arainne glanced back at the cart and in it found the still figure of her husband, Daniel. The lantern slipped from her fingers, shattering at her feet.

"Why, Daniel?! Why!" she shouted to the sky, "You could have taken any man, but why my Daniel!"

Above her thunder rolled and lightning cracked. She was alone.